“Oh my.” Reaching the base of his stomach and the nest of dark hair, Ivy blinked at the length of him, hard and jutting outward toward her. Her hand drifted toward it—then she paused and glanced at him. “You’re…well, you’re very…er…well-endowed, Colly. May I touch you?”
His response sounded a bit strained. “Of course.”
“You’ll let me know if I hurt you?”
He cleared his throat. “You’ll hurt me if you don’t touch me, Ivy,” he ground out.
“All right.” She returned to his cock, fascinated by the ripple of veins and the soft skin covering what felt like a rod of iron.
She grasped it firmly and darted a quick look at him as he made an odd wheezing sound. But he nodded. “It’s quite all right. That is…is…most pleasing.”
She noted the shifting tension within his thigh muscles as she ran her hand over him and then discovered the sac beneath. This, she knew, held precious treasures and she handled them with gentle movements, intrigued by their weight and shape. “How amazing,” she whispered, rolling them in her palm.
“Thank you.” His voice sounded wheezy.
The candlelight glittered briefly, distracting her because it flickered on the tip of his cock. Leaning close, she discovered a tiny drop of moisture. Tentatively she touched it, swirling it around with her fingertip.
“Ivy—” he groaned. “Enough.”
One moment she was touching him, and the next she was flat on her back with him looming above. He settled himself, that lovely length nestling between her thighs. To her amazement she felt moisture and knew it was from her, not him.
How incredible this was; the differences between them matched by the similarities of their responses. The feel of him against her skin, the rough hairs on his legs as they pushed hers apart—and then the touch of his lips as he slithered down to find her breast.
Oh dear God above.
She was not prepared for the lightning bolt of almost painful pleasure that shot through her body to her loins. He suckled her, teasing her nipple to ripe hardness with his mouth while teasing the other with tiny pinches and flicks from his fingers.
She wriggled, half in delight and half in protest. The sensations were overwhelming, but he knew how to balance them, it seemed, because after a few moments he would pull his mouth away from her and then breathe on the damp skin, adding yet another sensation to the ones she already struggled with, another delight to the ones adding up.
Her hips were behaving most oddly, rising of their own accord, and rubbing against him.
As if he could understand that silent request, he let one hand drift down to find her swollen folds, slick now with her own hot juices.
He played, dividing his attention between her breasts and that spot that made her whimper with need. It didn’t take too long before she was breathing heavily and almost sobbing as he continued his sensual assault.
“You’re very wet, Ivy. I think you’re ready for me.” His voice was rough.
She tensed. “You’re a big man, Colly,” she said hesitantly, apprehensive in spite of her arousal. “Go slowly?”
He nodded. “I’ll try.”
She couldn’t help a tiny tremor of fear as she felt the first intrusion of a man’s cock between the slick lips guarding her virginity.
But the sensation thrilled her, and already she could feel her body preparing itself for Colly, for his penetration.
She found that bending her knees a little was a help and Colly took some of his weight on his hands as he looked down their bodies to where they were becoming joined. Just that moment alone, the sensually erotic knowledge that she was taking a man inside her and giving as much pleasure as she was getting—she relaxed and felt a tiny snap within as he claimed her as his own.
“Ohhh…”
“Are you all right?” Colly froze. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “An odd feeling, that’s all. I’m fine. Colly, I’m fine. It’s amazing.” She looked at his face. “You’re inside me.” Experimentally, she tightened her lower muscles and he groaned aloud.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered. “I have to move, love.”
“Then do so, by all means,” she whispered back.
Slowly at first, he moved deeper, then withdrew, setting up a rhythm that she found very arousing. Different parts of him were rubbing against the most sensitive parts of her, and any discomfort she might have experienced vanished, only to be replaced by another, different kind of sensation. One she knew.
“Colly,” she moaned, lifting her hips into his thrusts. “Oh Colly…”
“I know…” His words were more of a grunt and followed rapidly by a muted rush of sound as he thrust as deeply as he could.
Amazed, Ivy felt the tiny spasms inside her as he reached his release, filling her with his seed.
The ripples were enough to start her own response, and she cried out as she began to clamp onto his cock, her muscles taut, her inner channel shuddering around him, her breath a mere gasp as she soared out of her body and into a vortex of magnificent sensation.
They held each other, locked together, sharing this most exquisite moment of completion until the trembling breaths they held turned into gasps of exhaustion and by mutual agreement they tumbled apart, panting.
“I feel like a landed fish, gasping on the bank.” She stared at the canopy, wondering if all her body parts were where they were supposed to be.
“An odd analogy, but essentially accurate,” answered Colly, also panting a little. He raised himself on one elbow and looked at her. “So, your Grace. Are you well?” He pushed a curl away from her eye and smiled.
“Never better, your Grace,” she grinned
